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: We own nothing. The title of this story is a song by Natalie Merchant, no infringement intended, this story is for entertainment purposes only.Summary
: Nick's upset and takes it out on Sara.AN
: This is a more serious fic than our previous two.Authors:
bloodredcherry and ravenOooh, S/N fic. Shiny!
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Sara wanted to break something.
She just didn't understand what was going on through his head. What the hell was his problem?
He just wasn't on the same page as she was... Nick was sure, always a stubborn ass but this time something was different- he was acting irate, - irrational- Sara couldn't think of any time in the past that he had been so...
"Sara." Nick barked. "I thought I told you to take the pictures."
She turned a glowering look towards him, who the hell had made him head of this case?
"Yeah Nicky," she spat, "but you also told me to lift all the prints I could from the kitchen. I can only do so much."
She was sick and tired of his blatant condescension. It was all she could do not to storm out of the house and never come back.
"Well it shouldn't take you that long to lift fingerprints. It's not that hard dear."
"Dear?" Sara said indignantly "First of all," she said her face growing hot. "I am your partner so I don't know where you get off being so high and mighty considering that this is a two man job. Secondly you have done absolutely nothing except look for hair fibers. HAIR FIBERS! So why don't you help me instead of ordering me around so we can get out of here."
Sara wrenched the camera out of Nick's hands, and began snapping pictures of the body, the blood smeared against the wall. She stood up; "did I miss anything?" She rose an eyebrow defiantly.
Nick licked his lips, "no."
The tension was stifling in the small humid kitchen. The house didn't have air conditioning and the Nevada heat was pounding down on them, closing them in. Sara wiped her brow and threw the camera back at Nick.
"If there's nothing else, I'm going home."
With that Sara walked out of the kitchen leaving Nick with the camera hanging in his hands. He felt like an ass, looking around the kitchen he realized that they had nearly completed scouring the crime scene and there wasn't much left to do. He made his way quickly through the house, hoping he hadn't missed her.
The sun had gone down and the street was bustling with people, curious about all the flashing lights and police cruisers in their quiet neighborhood- scanning the crowd he looked for Sara. He spotted her as she slammed her SUV's door shut.
She sat motionless clutching the steering wheel before she stared her vehicle and sped away.
tbc
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